𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞.

10.

Draco wanted to be as calm as one could be on an ordinary day at Hogwarts. Which didn't mean much considering the craziness that runs around this school, but it didn't usually involve having a panic attack in a broom closet while on his way to meet the boy he hated most.

Except that he had now kissed that boy.

For a moment, Draco forgot that it had been Harry Potter of all people, and focused on the implications of that action alone. When he was around eight years old, he realized something. He didn't make a big deal out of it, but he knew his father would. Lucius Malfoy would not approve of his trajectory being anything but linear and marrying someone who wasn't a woman was definitely not on the route. So he kept it to himself, just like he did with most things.

He tried to breathe slowly. His hands were shaking and his cape had been previously thrown on the floor as the excessive sweating had begun. He would never get used to that feeling. Of being stuck.

Of being alone.

It had happened the night before as well. But he wasn't alone, then.

Draco remembered much more than he was willing to admit. Sure, when he woke up his memories were all gone but, as blurry as they are now, he can't call them non-existent anymore. His relationship with alcohol was quite strange. It worked as a fine medicine when it came to letting him forget whatever tormented him, but it never lasted long. He didn't know if his mind purposely wanted him to hurt, but his memories always found a way to come back.

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In a quick flash, Draco could almost feel himself being back on the floor of the room of requirement, hidden in plain sight. Four empty beer bottles were laid out in front of him, and there was more to where those came from.

If only his hands were steady, he might have been able to reach them and leave before the appearance of one certain green eyed boy.

"You're really getting your mouth busy tonight, aren't you? In all kinds of ways." Harry says, pointing to the already consumed alcohol.

"Potter, I do not have time nor the energy for this." Draco answered in a shaky breath, while attempting to gain some composure. "Please leave."

"Relax." He says, hands in the air. "I come in peace."

Relax.

What kind of joke was that?

"Hey, are you alright?" Harry asks, after noticing how rapid Draco's breathing was.

Draco was not, in fact, alright. How could he be? For all he knew, kissing Harry Fucking Potter wasn't on his "to do" list for the day.

"Why are you being nice to me?"

"The circumstances are weird." Harry said, sitting down next to Draco. He grabs a flask that had been hung on his belt. "And you're not the only one who is drunk here."

"I was doing just fine on my own, Potter. So, as you apparently have horrible hearing, I will repeat myself: please leave."

"Malfoy, you're shaking."

"At least you got eyes." He looks at Harry's glasses. "Well, sort of."

"Let me help you."

Harry put his hand on the boy's shoulder and the two of them exchanged an uncomfortable glare. Was it weird for them to be nice to each other? Yes, very much so. However, Harry couldn't walk away. He couldn't leave Draco alone like that, especially after what had happened in the bathroom.

Not that either of their brains had processed that already. That would take a while.

Draco closed his eyes and finally relaxed a bit.

"I should not have come to this party. Frankly, Pansy should be punished for forcing me to come here."

"I think she already was, considering you used all of the potions she asked you to take care of."

"Right." Draco looked down, almost embarrassed. "It would have been the greatest of pranks if those red haired creeps hadn't gotten in the way."

The boys were silent for a moment.

"Hey, do you remember that day where we basically ruined that quidditch game?" Harry said, all of a sudden.

"What?" Draco responded, confused by the abrupt change of topic.

"Yeah, when I was, hm, trying out a new spell and you made fun of me."

"You need to be more specific, Potter, that happens quite often."

"You made fun of me, so I tried casting the spell at you and we were transported into the game! Hufflepuff was not happy about it."

"I recall." Draco said, his memory finally getting caught up. "We went to detention after."

"Yes. I mean, technically. I don't really count running after each other with brooms when we're actually supposed to be cleaning 'detention'."

"Fair enough." Draco said, a smile being fought off his lips. "I definitely beat you, though."

"That is up to debate." Harry said, playfully.

"Why are you bringing this up?"

Harry went silent. Almost simultaneously, the boys realized that his hand still rested on Draco's shoulder, and quickly changed positions.

"Malfoy." Harry started. "Why did you kiss me?"

Draco remained still for about five seconds before he decided to leave.

"Well, that is my cue to leave."

Draco got up, but Harry held him back.

"We're not doing this, Potter."

"Doing what?"

"Talking about it!"

Harry let out an angry sigh. "I just want to understand what the fuck was that!"

"And you think I fucking know?" Draco yelled, turning around and becoming surprisingly close to Harry. "I didn't mean to kiss you!"

"But it was a truth potion!"

"You asked me." Draco started, anger flowing through his veins like a river running its course. "You asked me what I would do if I were free to do anything and I did it."

"Kissed me?"

"Kissed a fucking boy, Harry Potter!" Draco made a pause. "God, not everything is about you."

Draco's voice was heartbreaking.

"And now..." Draco kept going, trembling once again. "Now, you're going to tell everyone about it and I am a fucking dead man."

He started to walk away, but Harry didn't let him.

"No."

"What?"

"I won't tell anyone." Harry said, sternly.

Draco let out a bitter laugh. "As if, Potter."

Harry took a step closer to him.

"Ask me what my biggest secret is again."

"Huh?"

"Ask me."

Draco followed his order in a mocking tone. "Oh, Scarhead, please do me the favor and tell me: what is your biggest secret?"

Harry didn't hesitate.

He kissed Draco Malfoy.